Messenger Is Dangerous in Summer
Tuesday technically. Edo: `”sleep”` Me: `”you sleep”` Edo: `”i am”` Me: `”you are literally typing”` No civilisation has improved after 1 a.m. Remember me, Eclipse.
Networks & Codes
ECLIXAR
digital diary
Journal.
fragments of quiet intelligence
There is a manner in which certain things ask to be written, not so that they may be found, but because to exist in silence, for too long, eventually becomes insufficient. It is not urgency. It is something closer to a necessity that makes no noise, waiting patiently until it discovers the proper form. This archive was born in such a way.
Not as a diary. Not as a blog. Not as something that is updated merely for the sake of appearing alive. It is a place where certain thoughts come to rest, those which do not dissolve, those which return, those which insist with the silent obstinacy of things that truly belong to you...
Every article is a scene. Every word, a frame of something that would not have remained, had it not
been writtenFrom the archive.
Beauty & Art
Party Clothes Are Engineering
Saturday. The objective is apparently to wear enough clothing to leave the house without causing maternal concern while also wearing little enough not to die inside a packed room in...
Body & Energy
Five O’Clock Without Homework
Monday. Tea. Four biscuits. No homework afterwards. I had forgotten how luxurious ordinary time becomes when school stops owning the evening. Remember me, Eclipse.
School & Learning
OUT
Saturday. Finished. No school Monday. No school Tuesday. No school Wednesday. I could continue. Remember me, Eclipse.
School & Learning
Final Tests Are Cruel
Wednesday. Everybody has already mentally entered summer and teachers are still producing tests. Hostile behaviour. Remember me, Eclipse.
Traditions & Culture
Saturday / Republic / Bass
Saturday. Holiday, summer weather, music tonight. Italy became a republic and I spent part of the anniversary deciding between two black tops that look completely different despite Erick’s incorrect position...
Memory & Time
Nearly Summer
Thursday. School is almost over. Everyone can smell it. Remember me, Eclipse.
Music & Sound
Saturday Logistics
Saturday. Getting five people to the same party at approximately the same time should qualify as an advanced mathematics examination. Remember me, Eclipse.
School & Learning
10
Wednesday. Ten. Hikari covered the paper before I could search for an imaginary flaw. I may have to end this friendship. Remember me, Eclipse.
Journey & Time
Genova Instead
Saturday. No party this weekend. Genova. Dad, sea, focaccia, walking, sleeping at a reasonable hour. I needed this more than I expected. I love noise. I also love hearing water...
Beauty & Art
Flyers on My Wall
Tuesday. Put the FilaForum flyer on the wall. Mom looked at it, looked at the other flyers and asked whether the room is eventually going to become entirely paper. There...
Body & Energy
After
Saturday. I have knees. They are angry. Remember me, Eclipse.
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.